David Crane: The wild west family

Peter raised his head and gazed up, seeing that Marianna was still sleeping, but she was panting now and her eyelashes were fluttering.

He slid back down and wedged his tongue up into her cunt-hole. He dipped it in and out, tongue-fucking her cunt as he clamped his parted lips around it. He was French kissing her cunt as if it were a bearded mouth. "Oooooh!" she moaned.

Her eyes opened. For moment she looked puzzled by the delightful sensations in her groin. Then she realized that Peter's head was down there.

She smiled lasciviously.

Peter grinned back at her, rising up, cuntjuice streaking his chin and lips.

"Don't stop, darling," she sighed.

Peter dove on her pussy again. Now that she was awake, he began to suck her more energetically. Marianna jerked her loins up, mopping her cunt against his mouth.

The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as his skillful sucking and tonguing brought her surging toward the crest.

"Cum, baby – cream for me!" he moaned, the words muffled in her groin.

Her face turned from side to side, dark hair spilling like ink over the pillow. Her face was a mask of lust now. She arched her slender back, hips jolting, ass churning. Her lush thighs wrapped around his head for a moment, holding him in a scissor grip, then she threw them wide open again, kicking in the air behind his back.

Waves of sensation sped across her loins and shot up her thighs like lightning bolts. The waves were cumming faster and peaking higher, starting to merge into one tidal crest. Her clit exploded like a blasting cap, setting off a secondary explosion in the core of her cunt.

Peter's tongue stabbed in and his lips sucked on the rim. Cunt-cum spilled past his lips, filling his mouth. He gulped it down, mouthing for more. Milky tides gushed from her cunt-gash, lathering her groin and seeping down into the tight crack of her ass.

She cried out at the highest peak, thrashing wildly, clinging there at the apex for long moments.

Then she sank back on the bed, a dreamy and contented smile on her lips. Peter kept on plating her pussy, sucking out the dregs of her cumming from her slot and dipping his tongue in to spoon out the residue.

He ducked lower and tongued the overflow out from the cleft of her ass, then took another slurp on her cunt. Marianna reached down and stroked his bead lovingly.

"That was lovely, darling," she purred. He was concentrating on sucking her clit now, getting her worked up again. "Fuck me now, Peter!" she moaned. That was what he wanted to hear. And so did their daughter…

Bunny had been trying to hold back, but she had been unable to control her loins. When she saw her mom's cunt start to spill the cum-cream into her daddy's mouth, her own cunt had melted on her hand.

Her girl goo poured out lavishly.

She rubbed away and pulled on her clit, frigging herself through the corn spasms. Her orgasm seemed connected with her mother's and they went off at the same pace, peaking and then ebbing simultaneously.

Stimulated via her peeper's eyes, Bunny's cumming had been very satisfactory.

But her cunt was still tingling and the naughty teenager knew that she would have no trouble cumming a second time, as long as she had something to look at.

Peter was belly-down on the bed, his face still in his wife's groin. His iron-hard cock was like a crowbar, levering down into the bed so firmly that it was heaving his ass up like a boulder turned from the soil.

He raised his head then, jaws dripping.

"Fuck me silly, darling!" Marianna whined. She loved to get sucked off, certainly, but once she had been milked by a mouth she always liked to get a cuntful of cock-meat and to have her juices replenished by a load of jizz.

Peter moved up, wriggling, licking back up her torso, retracing the path that had led him to her pussy. He lingered over her tits for a few moments, licking and nursing on the vibrant peaks.

Watching this, Bunny felt her own nipples shoot out like high caliber bullets. She began to play with them, wishing that someone were sucking on them. Her clit began to simmer again and her cunt was starting to steam once more.

That randy teenager wanted to get sucked and fucked – and the sooner, the better. She was popular and knew she would have no trouble finding a boy to service her.

But it would have to wait.

There was no way that Bunny, the voyeur, was going to leave that keyhole yet.

Peter shifted higher and kissed Marianna passionately on her sensual mouth. Her licked her lips, then thrust his tongue into her mouth.

She sucked on it, tasting her own cunt-nectar an his nimble tongue. It was no wonder that Peter liked to eat her out, she thought. Cunt cum was scrumptious.

He hovered over her, feeding her a tongue sandwich. They were slobbering and panting into each other's open mouth as they French kissed, swapping tongues and saliva.

His hips jerked and the head of his massive cock nudged into her soaking cunt-slot.

"Ummmm," she sighed, feeling that huge, meaty slab flare and throb in her pussy-portals.

He worked his cock muscles, making the knob pulsate. He stirred that fat wedge around in her cunt like a spoon whisking in a heated honeypot.

"Give it to me, Peter," Marianna whined, into his mouth. "Stuff it up me – all of it!"

He began to inch in very slowly.

His cock-head vanished. Her cunt-lips closed in a tight collar around his stalk.

He pushed another inch up her.

She bridged sinuously. Her cunt-sleeve was sucking on his prick, dragging him deeper. Peter didn't have to hump – her tight cunt was sucking him in.

Half of his prick was in her now. The lower segment stuck out between them like a pipeline connecting his cumbags to her fuck-box. The dark veins were writhing up the underside of his cock-shaft.

Then he gave a vigorous lurch and buried his cock to the hairy hilt. His balls swung in and slapped against the curve of her upthrust ass like the clappers of a meaty bell, making a dull, solid thud.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned.

He held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his thundering prick enveloped in hot, wet, clinging fuck-hole and letting Marianna thrill to the joy of having her tunnel of lust stuffed to the brim with cock-meat.

His knob was throbbing in the depths of her fuck-box, like a smoldering ember, and his long, thick shaft was levering up the length of her chute. It felt as if she had a heated branding iron stuck up her pussy.

Her pliable pussy-walls clamped around him, molding her tube to the outline of his cock like wax melted around a red-hot poker, congealing to the contours.

Her cunt muscles began to ripple.

The inner rings contracted in a series of circles, running up his prick from the root to the knob, as if she were frigging him off inside her fuck-box.

Peter groaned at the sensation.

He wouldn't have to hump at all, if he chose not to. Her talented cunt would just jerk him off while he held his stalk buried to the hilt.

But then Marianna began to move in a slow, steady fucking motion on his stationary cock-stalk.

She pulled her pussy up and pushed it down, frigging on two or three inches of cock-shaft.

Peter began to plunge in, meeting her movements in counterpoint. He slammed up her cunt as she shoved down. Her hips twisted as he withdrew, so that her cunt-hole was winding around his cock like a nut on a bolt.

The friction was so intense that she thought that her smoldering cunt might suddenly burst into flames – except that it was far too wet to burn.

His cock hissed up her steadily. As that fat plunger plugged her socket, cunt-juice oozed out from her slot, soaking her crotch so creamily that it looked as if someone had spilled a milkshake into her lap.